The photos in this post are all contributed by Tigger.

In my previous post, I mentioned that some of the launderette dryers were obstructed by a sleeping “lodger”. You may or may not have believed me but, either way, here is a photo to make the point.

He has made himself at home as you see.

This afternoon we went to town to buy wool for Tigger’s crochet project.

From the bus spied this young Goth gentleman and Tigger grabbed a quick photo. At least, I assume he’s a Goth as the whited face would suggest. Subcultures such as Goths, Steam Punks etc. split and mutate so quickly that it’s hard to keep up with them all.

We passed in front of Selfridge’s (you may have watched the TV series on Mr Selfridge and his store) but we didn’t go in.

Our destination was John Lewis’s store and, specifically, the wool department. Tigger bought several balls of different colours which will be transformed into… well, I’m not really sure. I’ll let you know when something emerges.

Tigger took this photo from the fourth floor of John Lewis’s, looking down the light well. She knows I have a phobia of heights but this is just a photo, eh?

This is where we are while I am writing this: Pâtisserie Valerie in Marylebone Station. I think we may have (slightly) overstayed our welcome, what with blogging and crocheting, so I had better post this so we can leave.

Sunday is normally supermarket day when we do the weekly shopping but from time to time it is laundry day when we cart our washing to the launderette. Today is such a laundry day.

I will not say that doing the laundry is fun but we now have our routine honed to reasonable efficiency.

The best launderette we know is a bus ride away. The sooner we arrive, the more likely is it that we will find machines free. Later, more people will turn up, making access to machines somewhat competitive.

Arriving at the launderette, we loaded our machines and set them going. We now had 45 minutes or so to have breakfast.

For that, we retired to a nearby branch of Costa. Two coffees and four plain croissants, please!

When the wash-cycle finished, we needed to transfer the still damp laundry to the dryers. These are very efficient, especially in hot weather, but they still take quite a while to dry a big load. Patience is required!

Some of the dryers were inaccessible because a homeless man was asleep on the bench in front of them. Happily, we managed to find two dryers not so encumbered. (Later, when all the other dryers were in use, someone did wake the sleeper up and ask him to move.)

For the ride home, the bus was crowded but we pushed our way on. To my surprise, people found a seat for me and space for my wheelie suitcase. I reflected how sometimes a crowd will act in concert like that with kindness.

When reached home, we rested for a while and I started packing my little suitcase for our trip starting tomorrow. Where are we going? Wait and see!